Good Fences
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
5,014
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Enter Mudblood
“It’s another Rune, Hermione.”
With those words, the most despicable creature ever to exist glided effortlessly back into Draco’s life.
He whirled around sharply at the sound her name. She was just at the door, carefully dusting her feet on a mat at the threshold.
Where only moments ago he’d wiped his feet.
Her face was flushed as she had rushed in from the cold, two vivid red spots staining her cheeks. She hesitated, her eyes sweeping over the two men huddled at the desk, her head tilting. The movement was imperceptible and anyone else would have missed it. But he was keen to her repugnant Mudblood habits. Like staring.
His hand automatically curled into a fist as she started towards them in a quick, slightly bouncing stride. She smoothly skirted Draco, as if she’d come within the boundaries of an invisible fence, and quietly murmured a greeting to the younger seated wizard. A succession of rapid, whispery words quickly fell between them, punctuated with the soft clacking of wooden tiles and a few quiet nods.
He stood just outside their little powwow, his eyes fastened on the abomination she called hair. There was a lot less of it now, shorn carefully around her earlobes. She’d somehow managed to sleek it into something of a bob, the thick sable waves pinned back with a simple barrette. It was no longer quite as wild or frizzy as he as remembered, now tamed by time or very strong styling potion. He briefly pictured her zipping across the courtyards of Hogwarts, her long tangled mane whizzing behind her.
Perhaps she’d bewitched it.
He let out a low irritable growl, scolding himself.
Hermione and the apprentice wizard both looked over at him and she quickly concluded their talk, sending him off for something. She considered Draco briefly before turning her eyes intently onto the ancient symbols, the long nimble fingers of one hand working absently at the buttons of her navy dress robe. The other hand skipped with familiarity over the desk drawers and stopped to tug at one of the handles, all without her ever looking up. A crisp white blouse, plain and efficient, gleamed from the opening of her cloak.
At this, he snapped himself away and stamped heavily to a desk that was directly across the aisle and at what felt like a safe distance. The long narrow office of Magical Decryption was divided into two sides, each work space corralled by a clutter of boxes and file cabinets and enchanted potted plants. He should have known immediately that he’d been standing at Granger’s desk. Only hers held some semblance of rigorous straightening. There were no floating plaques or personal memorabilia. All the strict, tidy touches of professionalism. The very hallmark of a certain obsessive-compulsive Mudblood.
He stopped just short of sitting, however, as he warily eyed all manners of…rubbish heaped upon the other desk. Explosions of lemon yellow smiley faces grinned idiotically at him from nearly every surface. Miniature stuffed animals with sickeningly sweet expressions loomed over him in a threatening manner from a hutch. To his immediate right, a bookcase was overrun by a tribe of plastic nude creatures with slightly protuberant eyes and shocking tufts of colorful hair.
Ridiculous Muggle crap.
He felt her eyes on him, laughing. Perhaps even smirking. He whirled around, all too ready to snap, but the slight, tense body of the younger wizard intercepted them. The boy was slowly unfurling some long scroll of browned paper across her desk, tentatively placing a book at the corner of the curled edges. She had moved the tiny lacquered Rune chest to the front of her desk, the pieces themselves now suspended in air, frozen in the exact position they’d been cast. She gazed minutely at the scripture before muttering something. The young wizard quickly exited the room.
Her robe was gone, revealing along with the rest of the meticulously starched shirt a dark skirt of surprisingly short length. The hem clearly missed the mark of coming anywhere near what would in school have been considered regulation. The delicate, teasing sliver of a slit strained at her slightly muscular thigh. Begrudgingly, his eyes followed the long tone lines of her lightly toasted almond skin, pondering over the origins a fading tan. Her knees were dark, slightly scuffed; obvious signs of rooting around in the muck as a child. A thin gold chain clasped her left ankle. Her shoes were a lace-up kind, flat and sensible.
She braced herself with both hands on the desk as she leaned carefully over the crackled parchment, her tiny pink tongue darting slowly over the grooves of her dry lips. Draco stared intensely at her pouty mouth, now glistening with a thin coat of spit.
His face twisted into a snarl. Disgusting wretch.
He snapped his head away and across the room over to something more pleasant. On the far wall, an animated poster beckoned:
CURSE BREAKING: Come unlock the secrets of Egypt!
Below these blazing words, an eager adventurer and his trusty torch plunged deeper into the bowels of a murky crypt, and into the fiendish arms of the mummy that awaited for him just around the bend.
*****
Kat: so far this story is neat.
-- Thanx for cruising thru ^_^
The Urban Geek: Really good. I love a pissy Draco.What\'s next? Will Draco learn more of the wonderful troll tribe?LOL. Please continue.... this was really good and now I\'m hooked.
-- *laughing* I wondered if anyone would catch the Treasure Troll bit. Personally, I\'ve always found them creepy. I thought Draco might share my sentiments.
LosaLou: You\'ve had better, and you\'ve had worse. For the most part I didn\'t notice many spelling or gramatical errors. As soon as you get to the lovely smut I\'ll write more. I hope you continue, you\'re one of the best, talk to you later.
-- Admittedly, this is a slow moving story. It simply refuses to be rushed.
Liz: VERY interested to see where this is going. Well written, but no clear path in the storyline, yet. I kind of like the apparent silence that permeates the air, but it leaves me wanting more. Please update soon!
-- Yeah, it\'s fairly lean on dialogue *chuckling* I thought it might be an interesting challenge to throw the two of them together years after Hogwarts. I first assumed there\'d be a whole lot of bitter back and forth, but Draco and Hermione surprised me, as they always do.
Mizu-chan: That was very well-written. I especially liked your characterization of Draco. It fit very well. I can\'t wait for the second part!
-- Cool *smilez* My apologies for being an absolute slug. I love distractions and I\'ve allowed at least four other WIPs to butt in the way of each other.
Hanna Delacour: I\'ve really enjoyed all your fics and do hope you continue with this one especially... Update soon, I will be checking in!
-- Thanx for checking the time to read those suckers *smilez* One of these days, I\'m going to finish one off properly.
Lrnd: Great beginning
-- It\'s a bit on the quiet side so I\'m glad to see it\'s held interest ^_^
Persia: Very promising start...keep going please! Love your in-character Draco...gawd I can\'t stand it when they make him instantly sugary...
-- *chucklez* Yeah, I\'m more of a SugarFree!Draco myself.
*******
http://www.livejournal.com/users/pepper__impps
With those words, the most despicable creature ever to exist glided effortlessly back into Draco’s life.
He whirled around sharply at the sound her name. She was just at the door, carefully dusting her feet on a mat at the threshold.
Where only moments ago he’d wiped his feet.
Her face was flushed as she had rushed in from the cold, two vivid red spots staining her cheeks. She hesitated, her eyes sweeping over the two men huddled at the desk, her head tilting. The movement was imperceptible and anyone else would have missed it. But he was keen to her repugnant Mudblood habits. Like staring.
His hand automatically curled into a fist as she started towards them in a quick, slightly bouncing stride. She smoothly skirted Draco, as if she’d come within the boundaries of an invisible fence, and quietly murmured a greeting to the younger seated wizard. A succession of rapid, whispery words quickly fell between them, punctuated with the soft clacking of wooden tiles and a few quiet nods.
He stood just outside their little powwow, his eyes fastened on the abomination she called hair. There was a lot less of it now, shorn carefully around her earlobes. She’d somehow managed to sleek it into something of a bob, the thick sable waves pinned back with a simple barrette. It was no longer quite as wild or frizzy as he as remembered, now tamed by time or very strong styling potion. He briefly pictured her zipping across the courtyards of Hogwarts, her long tangled mane whizzing behind her.
Perhaps she’d bewitched it.
He let out a low irritable growl, scolding himself.
Hermione and the apprentice wizard both looked over at him and she quickly concluded their talk, sending him off for something. She considered Draco briefly before turning her eyes intently onto the ancient symbols, the long nimble fingers of one hand working absently at the buttons of her navy dress robe. The other hand skipped with familiarity over the desk drawers and stopped to tug at one of the handles, all without her ever looking up. A crisp white blouse, plain and efficient, gleamed from the opening of her cloak.
At this, he snapped himself away and stamped heavily to a desk that was directly across the aisle and at what felt like a safe distance. The long narrow office of Magical Decryption was divided into two sides, each work space corralled by a clutter of boxes and file cabinets and enchanted potted plants. He should have known immediately that he’d been standing at Granger’s desk. Only hers held some semblance of rigorous straightening. There were no floating plaques or personal memorabilia. All the strict, tidy touches of professionalism. The very hallmark of a certain obsessive-compulsive Mudblood.
He stopped just short of sitting, however, as he warily eyed all manners of…rubbish heaped upon the other desk. Explosions of lemon yellow smiley faces grinned idiotically at him from nearly every surface. Miniature stuffed animals with sickeningly sweet expressions loomed over him in a threatening manner from a hutch. To his immediate right, a bookcase was overrun by a tribe of plastic nude creatures with slightly protuberant eyes and shocking tufts of colorful hair.
Ridiculous Muggle crap.
He felt her eyes on him, laughing. Perhaps even smirking. He whirled around, all too ready to snap, but the slight, tense body of the younger wizard intercepted them. The boy was slowly unfurling some long scroll of browned paper across her desk, tentatively placing a book at the corner of the curled edges. She had moved the tiny lacquered Rune chest to the front of her desk, the pieces themselves now suspended in air, frozen in the exact position they’d been cast. She gazed minutely at the scripture before muttering something. The young wizard quickly exited the room.
Her robe was gone, revealing along with the rest of the meticulously starched shirt a dark skirt of surprisingly short length. The hem clearly missed the mark of coming anywhere near what would in school have been considered regulation. The delicate, teasing sliver of a slit strained at her slightly muscular thigh. Begrudgingly, his eyes followed the long tone lines of her lightly toasted almond skin, pondering over the origins a fading tan. Her knees were dark, slightly scuffed; obvious signs of rooting around in the muck as a child. A thin gold chain clasped her left ankle. Her shoes were a lace-up kind, flat and sensible.
She braced herself with both hands on the desk as she leaned carefully over the crackled parchment, her tiny pink tongue darting slowly over the grooves of her dry lips. Draco stared intensely at her pouty mouth, now glistening with a thin coat of spit.
His face twisted into a snarl. Disgusting wretch.
He snapped his head away and across the room over to something more pleasant. On the far wall, an animated poster beckoned:
Below these blazing words, an eager adventurer and his trusty torch plunged deeper into the bowels of a murky crypt, and into the fiendish arms of the mummy that awaited for him just around the bend.
*****
Kat: so far this story is neat.
-- Thanx for cruising thru ^_^
The Urban Geek: Really good. I love a pissy Draco.What\'s next? Will Draco learn more of the wonderful troll tribe?LOL. Please continue.... this was really good and now I\'m hooked.
-- *laughing* I wondered if anyone would catch the Treasure Troll bit. Personally, I\'ve always found them creepy. I thought Draco might share my sentiments.
LosaLou: You\'ve had better, and you\'ve had worse. For the most part I didn\'t notice many spelling or gramatical errors. As soon as you get to the lovely smut I\'ll write more. I hope you continue, you\'re one of the best, talk to you later.
-- Admittedly, this is a slow moving story. It simply refuses to be rushed.
Liz: VERY interested to see where this is going. Well written, but no clear path in the storyline, yet. I kind of like the apparent silence that permeates the air, but it leaves me wanting more. Please update soon!
-- Yeah, it\'s fairly lean on dialogue *chuckling* I thought it might be an interesting challenge to throw the two of them together years after Hogwarts. I first assumed there\'d be a whole lot of bitter back and forth, but Draco and Hermione surprised me, as they always do.
Mizu-chan: That was very well-written. I especially liked your characterization of Draco. It fit very well. I can\'t wait for the second part!
-- Cool *smilez* My apologies for being an absolute slug. I love distractions and I\'ve allowed at least four other WIPs to butt in the way of each other.
Hanna Delacour: I\'ve really enjoyed all your fics and do hope you continue with this one especially... Update soon, I will be checking in!
-- Thanx for checking the time to read those suckers *smilez* One of these days, I\'m going to finish one off properly.
Lrnd: Great beginning
-- It\'s a bit on the quiet side so I\'m glad to see it\'s held interest ^_^
Persia: Very promising start...keep going please! Love your in-character Draco...gawd I can\'t stand it when they make him instantly sugary...
-- *chucklez* Yeah, I\'m more of a SugarFree!Draco myself.
*******
http://www.livejournal.com/users/pepper__impps